Not Sure That I Always Like...

 the new direction forB Positive this season, though it makes sense that there is one.  Unlike the subtextual element of "Will they or won't they?" that sometimes pops up between Drew and Gina, stringing out a kidney transplant itself would seem pretty harsh and/or cause some not cute limitations for control-freak Drew.(although many of my readers know that the ShowRunner in the Sky doesn't hesitate about looking like a bastard often enough.) I like that Drew's life being saved isn't written as just an uncomplicated win for him--I guess I can relate, even though my life and death crisis was something of a Gift With Purchase and happened before I had to sweat it out personally.

Nice seeing Annaleigh Ashford as the lead, even if the plot twist that got her there is kind of an eye-roller(She threatened to walk away with "Masters of Sex" pretty much the whole time...)

Watched "Major League" yesterday...

 Don't bother: it's dumber than I remembered.  Sometimes I think *everyone's* big boss secretly wants to ship jobs to Miami, though.

Poem: Sending Love by Satellite...

 

Sending Love By Satellite

Even before the spores landed, the lady lived through her keyboard,

The tiny percussions of the alphabet

Were proof-of-life, strides for freedom,

And sometimes, tokens of tenderness.

She sent them out, but they didn’t last.

Not everything is meant to last.

At least, the wrong word didn’t stand there grimacing,

As a scary statue might,

But it was hard on her to work so hard

On things that barely exist.

His dragon’s lair is full,

But he goes out in search of treasure,

He tells her his tail droops from the effort,

Especially from pretending the quest is freely undertaken.

There is one thing they agree with the gamers about:

Some fools need smiting as much as the couple themselves need swords.

Her inner monologue doesn’t see the blood,

Just their moment of victory.

Sometimes it’s hard to long off.

New Fiction...

here. 

First science-fiction effort of my whole life...lost a contest and the first paragraph was a prompt.

Is This Art Or Regression?

 Got this as if in dictation while listening to "Nevermind" for the first time in a long time(Although I've made several attempts to write about Cobain)

"Heart-Shaped Box" is my favorite track, and not only cause it's gross/romantic, but because I like to picture Kurt writing "I've been in your heart-shaped box for a week," and kind of having a "That's what she said," kind of laugh over it.

My life’s not too hard and not too easy,

I’m not tortured, my hair’s just greasy.

Is my mobility with you?

My legs just wait so patiently,

For a message they will never see.

If they’d been strong, could they drive you back from the brink, do you think?

Although if I had my legs to stand on,

Maybe I’d waste their strength

Flirting my way out of speeding tickets.

(That version of me is probably…fast.)
I’ve mourned a long time,

For both of us.

Potential unrealized.

Like having blue eyes

That I don’t use

Correctly.

I’ve got no thrall,

No thrall at all.

Maybe you shorted out

From having all of it.